Last night, in an effort to avoid green beer-swilling crowds, John and I went to an Italian place for dinner. We were sitting at the bar, contentedly munching our gnocchi, when the doors of the restaurant opened and in marched a group of bagpipers and a drummer. They marched into the restaurant playing, stopped in the middle of the floor and knocked out 5 or 6 songs, and marched back out. They were actually very very good, and it was the perfect dose of St. Patrick’s day spirit- fun music, no drunk frat boys. As I turned back to my plate of pasta and my arugula salad, I had to smile. Chicago is a fun town on days like St. Patrick’s Day. Weird, yes – since one would not really expect an Italian restaurant to be on the bagpipers list of hot St. Patty’s day spots – but fun.